Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In less than ten minutes, the battle in front of the church ended with Ron's side victorious. One of the Secret Service agents asked: "Mr. Cooper, where are we going to meet the President now?"

Because of Ron's wonderful command just now, he is now regarded as the leader of this team.

Ron pondered for a moment: "Is the communication restored now? Can you contact other people?"

"No." The agent raised the walkie-talkie in his hand. There was only a meaningless sound on the walkie-talkie. Since the terrorists' actions, all communication methods had been cut off. He could only shake his head helplessly.

"Okay, let's get everyone together and we'll leave the city from that direction."

Ron was pointing in the opposite direction from where the president had just left. Suddenly, the Secret Service agents began to make a noise. One of the highest-ranking agents frowned and said to Ron:

"Mr. Cooper, maybe you don't understand very well. The mission of our Secret Service is to protect the safety of the President, so we must go to join the President and protect Mr. President. If you are afraid, just run away for your life. We will continue." Fulfill our responsibilities.”

"No, I think you didn't understand what I meant," Ron shook his head helplessly: "Cutting off communications can never cut off only one party. In other words, the previous communications of the terrorists in the city have also been cut off. If they wanted to pass information to each other before, they had to send someone to run around, do you understand?"

The agents shook their heads together, and Ron could only explain in more detail: "What I mean is that now the terrorists don't know where the president is. They can only judge based on the delayed information sent back by their subordinates. Imagine if At this time, there is a team of many people desperately trying to break through the city, what will they think?"

The detectives' eyes lit up, this was something they didn't expect.

"OK, do you understand? Then let's take action, gentlemen!" Ron clapped his hands: "Collect weapons and ammunition. Don't dislike the terrorist's gun just because it is an AK. No matter what, the AK is also an assault rifle. The firepower is better than that of a pistol. What's more rare is that it is very durable and difficult to break no matter how hard you try. In addition, bring all the grenades, no matter what type they are. Do you have any questions? Gentlemen. "

Behind him, a fair-looking detective raised his hand.

"you say."

“Why don’t we go to the embassy for help?”

"Good question," Ron mockingly gave him a thumbs-up, and the other agents burst into good-natured laughter: "If you can think of this question, I think the terrorists would also think of it. The trap should have been laid there by now. Well, just wait for some idiot to get into it, tell me, are you that idiot?"

"Sir, I am not!" the agent blushed in embarrassment.

"Okay, are there any other questions? Gentlemen?" Ron looked around at the agents: "If not, we are about to set off. Remember, the faster we act, the greater the pressure on the president. There will be less, by the way, you, out of the queue."

Ron pointed his finger at a black agent, who walked out inexplicably. From the appearance, the agent was almost as tall as the president. Ron nodded with satisfaction.

"From now on, when you walk in the middle of the team, everyone will protect him like the president from now on, do you understand?"

"clear!"

…

"How is the progress of our attack plan?" A man in a wheelchair asked to the side in a dilapidated building in London.

"We have killed more than 20 of the more than 40 national leaders currently attending the funeral."

"Very good, has the President of the United States been captured?" Another Middle Eastern male figure came out of the shadows and licked his lips excitedly: "I want to live broadcast on the Internet and publicly behead the President of the United States as revenge. The crimes these hateful Americans have done to my family and our country!"

"Uh...this..."

The subordinate who reported the report froze, and then the leader felt something was wrong and quickly asked: "What's wrong? Haven't you caught him yet?"

"I have sent people to arrest, but I encountered a problem. There are two groups of Americans operating in the city, planning to leave the city from different directions. We don't know which group of people should be rounded up, because the news coming from the front News, both groups of people include the President of the United States."

"How is that possible! There is only one president in the United States!"

"I know, but the fact is that the Secret Service that originally protected the president is now divided into two teams. One team is approaching the US rapid reaction force. It is estimated that they are preparing to leave London by helicopter, and the other team is walking through the city on foot. Judging from the direction, they should be heading from the road to the airport and taking Air Force One back to the United States, so now everyone is a little confused and doesn't know which team to chase."

"I don't know where the president is, so let me chase both teams!"

"But our manpower..." The man looked troubled.

"Send everyone out!" The leader shouted outside: "Everyone, get out. No matter what method you use to suddenly attack, surround or ambush, I only want you to capture the President of the United States! He must fight for our The country pays the price!”

"yes!"

Before it was over, the leader patted the man in the wheelchair again: "Now turn off all the power in London, especially the Internet company. I want them to not be able to transmit any signal."

"No problem." The man in the wheelchair was typing on the keyboard. The computers of all the power companies in London were controlled by hacker programs, and then the power supply units were shut down together. All families in London were plunged into darkness.

On the other side, after a fierce chase, Mike finally got rid of the terrorists and escorted the president all the way to the Marine One helicopter.

At this temporary heliport, the Navy One helicopter and two other escort helicopters were parked quietly.

"Quick, sir, let's go!" President Mike and the chief of staff piled into the driver's seat of the helicopter and urged.

The helicopter flew into the sky, and the president patted Mike's arm in shock: "Are we out of danger now?"

"Not yet, Mr. President," Mike shook his head solemnly: "Only when we send you on Air Force One to take off can we truly be out of danger, my Mr. President, but please don't worry, I promise we will go all out."

"Thank you."

"This is what we should do, you take a rest now, we..." Mike was mid-sentence, suddenly noticed an unusual reflection below, and hurriedly shouted: "Be careful!"